Chapter 3.  Silent Screams.

Iori sat in a plush leather sofa, in front of the large tv in his hotel 
room.  He looked to his left and examined the young female form that 
was next to him.  She sat on the left arm of the sofa chair, while her
sister sat on the right.  She wore little and what was remained left
little to the imagination.  He couldn't remember her name.  Then he
remembered he had never asked.  She ran her fingers through his hair.  
Her sister sighed and nestled her face into his shoulder.  
He removed his arms from around their waists and ran a finger down 
their arms, down to their thighs.  To his left, he caressed her thigh,
but then decided he didn't like her and pushed her off the chair.
She fell to the ground with a inelegant bump.  She looked at him, with
hair amess.  He didn't even turn round.  "Get out." He said coolly.
To his right, he took his left hand and touched her chin, pulling it 
forward so he could examine her face.  His disposition changed as
he found her below standard.  Her fear was immediately apparent.
"Asobi wa owari da."(Playtime is over).  He didn't have to say anymore,
as she drew back from him and picked up her handbag and scurried out,
like a frightened mouse.
He sat alone, staring through the Television screen.  He had been 
faintly amused by the Japanese boy's Muay Thai attempts to defeat the
little detective Judo girl.  He smiled as he remembered the simultaneous
scream from the girls in the crowd and the laughter from the men as Joe 
Higashi dropped his shorts.  Then Blue Mary rushing forward, slapping 
his face and then, that peculiar maneuver....
He activated the VCR and rewound the match to that point. 
In slow motion he watched Blue Mary slap Joe, 
then run around him at blinding speed till he was dizzy, belly to back 
suplex him, then swung him around by his shoulders several times and 
finally flung him onto his head.
This new girl had interesting techniques.
Iori switched back to the live broadcast.  "Oh, it's that annoying
samurai girlie."
Nakoruru was on the screen, waving her hands and pointing excitedly.
"We're having a great time here at the KOF '97, we've just seen the 
shiny heads competition, where Tung Fue Rue beat off the challengers
for yet another year, with his amazing Turtle Wax technique.  The 
judges had to put on their sunglasses!  Looks like Mr. Big, Chang, 
and Choi will have to try next year!"
An eagle-poop landed on Nakoruru's head, much to Iori's amusement.
The amusement lasted 2 seconds, and then the frown returned to his face.

Iori sunk further into the sofa chair.  He turned down the volume.  He 
glanced at the bottle of anti-depressant tablets on the table, next to
the bottle of champagne in the silver ice cooler.
"Rubbish." He thought, "What's wrong with being depressed?  It adds more 
character to a man."
The bottle burst into purple flames, bubbling and then smouldering into
a plastic mess.
"Iori Yagami!"
He turned towards the Television with an eyebrow raised.
"versus.... K...Kyyyyyy"
Iori's heart stopped.
"Kyyyyyying!  KING!  Sorry I couldn't read the Japanese!"
Iori spat with disgust.
"I want you Kyo... more than anything else in the world... I want you...
dead..." He smiled. He sniggered. "All these years you have escaped my
wrath.  I will have my revenge! You will pay for all you have done to me!"
He leant back with a roar of laughter "HHAHAHA... AND.. I will get my 
"Roddy Top Hunter" Yo-Yo back too!...AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHH".

A sudden rapping on the door interrupted his maniacal bout of joy.
Upon opening the door, he found himself staring at an frail looking old 
lady.  "Mr Yagami," she started.  "If you don't mind, I'm trying to sleep!
  You can see at my age, I need my sleep!  I can't you laughing all the 
time, and what are you laughing at anyway?  Are you taking drugs or
something?  You should behave yourself, and while you're at it, take off
that ridiculous belt around your knees.  That is for your trousers..."
Iori bowed and apologised, but she continued. 
"And that hair! Oh my goodness, do you know what will happen to you if
you use that bleach?  Your hair will fall out, just wait till you get
to my age!  You'll be as bald as an egg!...And another thing...."
Iori stepped back.  He turned on his Karaoke system and turned it up to
the max.  Then he grabbed the loudspeaker he had taken from a police officer
in 1994.  He took the microphone and placed it in front of the loudspeaker, 
which he placed in front of his lips.
"AH HEM!" 
The room shook.  So did the old lady.
"AS I WAS SAYING...hm hm hm hm. ha ha ha. AAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.."
Outside the hotel, King heard the laughter turn into howling and maniacal
gibberish...  She had one hell of a bad feeling about this.  


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"'97 Damage" by Gunsmith.  All characters are copyright by their respective
companies, especially SNK.  This is a fan fiction, and may waver from the 
official storyline *to make it more interesting, ne?* ;) .
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